Before I continue on with my day 2 adventures in San Diego, I wanted to touch on something that’s been annoying me a little of late. Games. Not the Summer Games coming up tomorrow (GO USA, PS – US Women’s soccer WON, yeah!), but games people play when dating/courting/banging/etc. I don’t like them. I’m not sure if it’s because I’m just oblivious when they are being played, or if I just don’t have the patience required to engage, but they annoy me.
I’m contemplating this as I know there is a period of time that will approach soonish where I might want to start… dating. Ugh. I don’t even really know what that’s supposed to mean as I’ve never actually done that. In college you just ended up running into people and it just worked that way. Plus, the lack of funds meant not having to worry about omg what to wear before a date. I’m out of the loop. In being so, I guess I’ve developed a tendency to just cut to the chase with people. I firmly believe that if a party is really interested in you, they’ll maintain some level of regular contact. This is pretty okay with me. When I suddenly start feeling like I am pulling teeth to stay in contact, that’s when I get irritated. If you’ve moved on to greener pastures, just say so. I’ll feel less like an idiot, and you won’t have me possibly CB-ing you with a text in the middle of your makeout session saying something inane like, “OMG I love my new pillows!” (I really do love my new pillows, btw).
I recognize there are some “rules” apparently you’re supposed to follow, like not being too in touch, or available or something. Because interesting people are busy. What’s stupid about this (to me) is that thanks to smartphones, no matter how busy you are if you own one of these things people know you can be reached for the most part, unless you’re out of your service area, in which case you might be on a pretty island and I hate you. But, I digress.
The moral of this story is that I’ll probably sabotage most of my future “dates” whenever I reenter that world because I won’t play hard to get and will be too direct for people’s comfort level. Well, whatever. I’ll be the awkward amazon lady downing beer on the dancefloor rocking a pair of these and not caring I’m taller than everyone else in bar/club.
(photo from Hautelook)
And yes, I really did order those. They will make their debut in Vegas in Sept. Hot stuff. ;)